- [first lines]
- Amy Brower: James, what are you doing?... Would you mind telling me what you're doing?
- [he ignores her as he selects items from shelves, putting them in a box]
- Amy Brower: James, I think there's some things we should talk about. I'd really appreciate it if you'd say *something* to me.
- James Brower: Do you like this?
- Amy Brower: What?
- James Brower: This record - do you like it?
- Amy Brower: Do I like it?
- James Brower: If you like it, I'll leave it; if not, I'll take it with me.
- Amy Brower: James - what are you doing?
- James Brower: I am simply trying to determine which of us likes this record better than the other. Now, if it turns out that you like it, you're welcome to keep it. If not, I'll take it with me. I don't think I could be any plainer.
- Amy Brower: The record is yours; I gave it to you for your birthday.
- James Brower: Yes. But do you like it?
- Amy Brower: ...No, James. I do not like that record.
- James Brower: OK, then - I'll take it.
- Chalkboard: [written on chalkboard as Amy walks through her husband's empty lecture hall] Uncle Wiggly Is a Neo-Classicist